No More!

Back in mid January of January I signed up at Gold's; Tom and Amanda had been talking about it, Tom just joined because they had a good deal, so I did too. Things were going along just fine for, oh, about a week or so and then boom, the big trauma (NOT DRAMA) and working out was put on the back burner for a while. THEN, after all that I didn't exactly feel like working out for a while, not to mention the doctor said I couldn't anyway for at least a week and a half. But when I could again, I just didn't. TWO MONTHS went by and my fat ass just sat around, letting Gold's Gym take my money and me getting nothing in return.

No more.

The horrifying experience of seeing my hips and thighs in the full length mirror after I got out of the shower did the trick, not to mention the love handles and insane amount of belly fat. Gross, I know. I'm not exaggerating, I wish I were. So Sunday I started working out again. Serious working out, not just walking for 15 minutes on a treadmill and calling it good. I used to be so serious about this, I was never thin but I was at least thinner - we all know this ass of mine is not going anywhere no matter how hard I try. Kelly goes too, so it's helpful to have someone who is counting on me. Plus, she is already like 50 pounds less than me, so that helps too. Granted, she's shorter, but you don't see super models walking around at my weight, do you? I know even without her going I would anyway at this point though, because all I keep seeing is that fucking cellulite when I close my eyes. I know, right. Gross.

Exactly. Which is why I'm finally working out again, and counting calories too. That part is always a pain but kind of necessary because do you know how easy it is to just consume and consume and not realize how many you're actually eating? Ridiculous. And what's the point of working out if I'm just going to put back into my body twice as many as I just burned? No thanks. I've done this before and I don't know how I let myself balloon back up, but it stops now

Sorry, but I'd rather die young and thin than fat and old. At least my outside will be pretty. Well, it is already, but it will be prettier than before.